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Dreams Realized

Last night, in my dream, I saw a plane crash. When I woke up this morning I checked on the internet news to see if there was a plane crash and there it was, a commuter plane crashed somewhere in Missouri. I remember feeling devastated in my dream, as if I knew someone on that plane. Fortunately, I don't have to experience their pain. I hate when dreams resemble so closely everyday disasters. I wish my dreams were more like fantasies than realities. I could close my eyes and ease into a world where turqoise water lapped at my feet as I held hands with my husband. We would watch our children build sandcastles that were impervious to the tide. We would live in a place where the only thing we needed to shelter them from was the sun. We would pull down palm fronds and build a hut where we would fall asleep while listening to the cadence of the ocean.

With all my love.

Snoring Up a Storm

This morning, I heard snoring, which was weird considering my husband was already at work. When I realized that it was coming from Madeline, I smiled. It sounded like a real snore, not a little kid breathing heavily. I hope it's not an indication she's getting sick, though.

This is the perfect weather for being sick. It's dark, rainy and the wind is moving probably around thirty mph right now. That's nothing to Floridians, but to Californians, that's significant.

I was sick this weekend and Richie took care of everything for me. He would have wiped my bottom if I needed him to, he's that thoughtful. I wish I had a better bedside manner. I'm no Florence Nightengale like he is.

Today's entry is kind of weak partially because, when I'm sick, I don't think as much. My body was using all of its energy to heal me. Now that I'm well (or good), trying to get the rusty wheel spinning again is going to take a lot.

Think thoughts today.

I love you...